8.06 / June 2013

Five Poems

Scientific Method

I found a small bump on my wrist
and inside it a profusion of eggs.
Each egg screamed out for love.
Every thing is a kind of center.

Scientific Method

There is a God particle
and it has promised to tell us
everything.
Except it responds
to each of our questions
the same way.
Are you sure you want to know, it says.
No, we say. We are not.
This too is a kind of knowledge
and we fill with it.

Scientific Method

You kiss me in your gray shirt,
the one that says what you are made of:
oxygen, carbon, some trace minerals,
more calcium than I had imagined.
100,000 calories, give or take.
God! I am in love with having a body.
The idea that my lungs work.
The idea that I am so much food.

Scientific Method

I wanted to name a body part
after you and so I did.
It is a new organ
hidden behind all of the other organs
and the scientific community
can’t stop talking about it.
The truth is I wanted to hear
your name on so many smart lips.

Scientific Method

We discover a new island
where there are no taboos.
The civilization living on this island
do whatever they want,
thank God.
The civilization is you and me.
Our island is surrounded by danger.


James Tadd Adcox's work has appeared in TriQuarterly, The Collagist, and Anti- Poetry, among other places. His first book, The Map of the System of Human Knowledge, is available from Tiny Hardcore Press, and if there is to be a zeitgeist (a correspondence), written collaboratively with Robert Kloss, is forthcoming from NAP Press. He lives in Chicago.
8.06 / June 2013

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